Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Montenegro and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Joensuu 1685 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Marine Girls,
Brass Construction,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxette,
Urselle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Connie Case,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Soul II Soul,
Fugazi,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Wyatt,
Archie Shepp,
The Gories,
Barry Ungar,
Sam Rivers,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masters at Work,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yaz,
Davy DMX,
Severed Heads,
The Young Rascals,
The Monochrome Set,
Cheater Slicks,
Kas Product,
One Last Wish,
Chris Corsano,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
The Five Americans,
China Crisis,
Nas,
Jeff Mills,
Aswad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monks,
Pylon,
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
Television,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.